A Work in Progress, Part Six #18+, NSFW

My dear readers,

I do hope you enjoy this segment… I certainly enjoyed writing it.

XOXO,

Nora

P.S. If you missed the first five segments, please get caught up first 🙂

A Work in Progress, Part One

A Work in Progress, Part Two

A Work in Progress, Part Three

A Work in Progress, Part Four

A Work in Progress, Part Five

Part Six

That night, before bedtime, Grant dialed America to connect me with my sweet husband.  We had not spoken for many days and I hungered to hear his deep voice on the line.  However, prior to allowing me to speak to Matthew, Grant had his own private conversation with his former student.  Butterflies filled my stomach as I wondered what was so hush hush, but soon Grant summoned me to the phone and the sexy, baritone voice of my husband reached my ears at last.  My eyes filled with tears of joy as Matthew told me how much he loved and missed his sweet wife and he told me that he had half a mind to fly over tonight and take me to bed with him. 

As I begged him to come, he said to me calmly, “Now sweetheart, you know I was only teasing.  It does sound like you still have much learning to do there, don’t you my loves?”

The way he said the word learning filled me with apprehension.  Had he already been told of my transgression this afternoon?

“Yes, my darling,” he said, chuckling, answering my unspoken question.  “Grant did inform me that you were most soundly spanked this afternoon.  Did you learn a lesson from your spanking, my sweet wife?”

I blushed deeply.  “Yes, Matthew.”

“Good girl,” he said, his voice full of affection.  “I love you very much, Nora, and I am very excited that you are on this journey with Grant and Anne-Marie.  I have no doubt this will do wonders for our marriage, my love.  Aren’t Grant and Anne-Marie just something?”

“Yes, Matthew,” I responded, my voice low as to protect my privacy.  “This has all been very exciting, and I do love spending time with them, but I miss you so much honey….”

“I know you do, baby girl,” Matthew said lovingly, preventing me from making any requests of him.  “But, I want you to continue to be a good girl and do whatever Grant and Anne-Marie ask you to do, okay?  Can you do that for me, my loves?”

How could I deny such a loving request from my dear man?  I knew he only had the best of intentions sending me here.  I must do my best to make him proud.

“Yes, Matthew,” I answered, meekly.  If I am honest with myself, I really am enjoying my time here, despite my afternoon rendezvous with Anne-Marie’s tawse. But I missed Matthew so much!  How I longed to be in his presence again, to feel the embrace of his strong arms around me, to feel his weight on top of me in our marriage bed, to experience that sweet relief… 

“That’s my girl,” he told me, and I could hear the pride in his voice.  “Now, honey, I need to talk to you about tonight.”

As Matthew spoke to me, I listened intently.  My eyes widened as he described what would transpire that evening.  I blushed heavily through his descriptions.  When he was finished, he said, “I love you sweetheart.  Obey Grant and Anne-Marie and I will look forward to hearing from them as to your progress.”

“I love you too, Matthew,” I cried, desperate to remain on the line with him.

“I am glad to hear that my loves,” Matthew answered, in a tone with which I was unfamiliar.  “You should know little girl that I plan to reinforce any discipline that you have been given when I arrive in a few weeks.  Be my good girl.”

With that, my husband said goodbye, and my tummy did flip flops as I wondered what he meant by “reinforce”.  I didn’t have much time to contemplate as Anne-Marie was by my side the moment the phone was on the receiver.

“Come, my dear,” she said taking my hand and leading me to my bedroom.  “We need to get you properly dressed for tonight.”

It wasn’t long before Anne-Marie had me dressed to her liking.  Tonight, she lovingly doted on me as she dressed me in all white… white stockings, white garters, and white panties with lace trim.  She also cinched me into a beautiful white, Victorian corset that lifted my breasts but left them mostly uncovered.  Once dressed, she led me to the corner and requested I kneel.

“Stay put, sweet girl,” she said, reaching down to caress my face.

Anne-Marie was also dressed in the finest lingerie; a shocking little red and black number that encased her perfect breasts and that included a string of pearls between her beautiful bottom cheeks.  She wore black stockings with heels higher than I’d ever imagined possible, but she moved with such grace I knew she must wear them for her husband often.

When Grant joined us, I could tell he was fresh from the shower and the scent of his masculinity filled the air.  I felt myself grow wet with anticipation, which had me blushing heavily.  He barely looked at me as his arms found his lovely wife.  Like a schoolgirl seeing her first naughty movie, I watched as he began to simultaneously caress her nipple with his tongue while firmly gripping her lovely bottom at the same time.

“Now, Grant,” Anne-Marie said, her voice husky with her own excitement.  “You know I would never deny you, my dear, but you did send me here to prepare our little Nora for her lesson, didn’t you?”

Giving her nipple one last flick of his tongue, Grant finally looked at me, his gaze hungry.  I lowered my eyes, unable to withstand the heat of his stare. 

“Come here, Nora,” he said, releasing his beautiful wife, and sitting down upon the bed. 

As I stood, the candlelight, the flood of emotions, his scent…it all began to make me dizzy.  Sensing this, Anne-Marie steadied me, and guided me toward her husband. 

As if in a dream, I walked to him, head bowed. 

I stood between his legs, gaze lowered, arms crossed behind my back.  The silence seemed never ending.  But instead of speaking, he simply reached out, took my panties in his hands and lowered them to my thighs.

“You are going to learn to please your husband with that pretty little mouth of yours, young lady,” he said, his voice rigid.  “Matthew has told us all about how critical you can be at times, and how you forget your place and order him about.  That stops tonight.  From now on, you will use this mouth for one purpose and one purpose only…to bring pleasure to your husband.  You will learn to speak more kindly to him, and you will learn to only speak words of respect.”

As he spoke, his pressed his finger firmly against my lips for emphasis.

“Matthew has told us that you have refused to please him with your mouth, Nora,” Grant said, his voice hard as steel.  “Is this true, young lady?”

I could only nod, the first tear of shame smudging my make up.

“Well, we will certainly cure you of this malaise.  I am guessing that you refused him this service because you were afraid?”

I could only offer him a small nod.

“I am not surprised that a young girl such as yourself would feel uncertain, but you need to learn to let your husband guide you in these matters, Nora,” Grant told me.

Another tear slipped own my cheek.

“Well, we will certainly rectify this situation tonight, young lady,” Grant said, drawing me over his knee.  “But first, let’s ensure you are in a compliant frame of mind, shall we?”

From the moment he lowered my panties, I’d known this was coming, but it still took all of my self-control not to struggle.  I could hear Matthew’s voice in my head…be a good girl, darling. 

Head down and bottom suitably bared, Grant began to apply his palm to my naked backside.  The smacks came slowly and deliberately, and in no time at all, a fire burned across my bottom.  My earlier encounter with Anne-Marie no doubt contributed to the red-hot pain I experienced now, but Grant was right.  With every slap of his implacable palm, my resistance faded until all that was left in my mind was the pain and the urge to please.

When he had finished ensuring an obedient mindset, he stood me up and turned me to Anne-Marie.  She held a white satin strip of cloth, which she handed to her husband.  He took my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together, while Anne-Marie whispered soothing words to me and caressed my face.  She smiled at me, a playful smile, and then cruelly tweaked my nipple before walking away.  I stood there…wrists tied behind my back, panties lowered and bottom burning and wondered what my fate would be.  I didn’t have to wait long for the answer. 

Anne-Marie returned with a small stool and the most wicked grin.  I could only look on in horror as I took in what she carried with her.

She placed the austere stool to one side of Grant, still within his reach. 

“I brought you a seat, my dear,” she told me, taking my arm.

I tried not to resist, but the two protruding, phallic shaped objects attached to this stool had my mind in a panic.

Anne-Marie tightened her grip on my arm and looked me in the eyes.

“Do you require further attention, young lady, or are you ready to sit down and begin your lesson?”

“I’m ready, my lady,” I said meekly, not wishing to incur the wrath of Grant.

“Good.  Now, bend at the waist please,” Anne-Marie requested.

I bent over, my face crotch level.  Anne-Marie’s hand on my back encouraged me even lower.

“Spread your legs, dear,” she said.

I complied, parting my thighs and squeezing my eyes shut at the humiliation of being so exposed.

And then, much to my horror (and delight), I felt her fingers between my legs, exploring my wetness.

“That’s why I thought,” she said, a smile in her voice.  “Such a naughty young thing.”  I continued to blush heavily at this intrusion.

Her fingers suitably coated, Anne-Marie went to the stool and began to apply my juices to the protruding phallic objects.

“We call this the seat of learning, young lady,” Anne-Marie told me, proudly.

The way Matthew had said the word learning earlier flashed through my mind.  He hadn’t mentioned this seat of learning…did he know this would happen?

“Now, it can be a bit of a challenge to get yourself situated my dear, but I shall help you manage,” she said.

If I had ever felt more awkward or exposed, I cannot recall when.  Anne-Marie helped me to lower myself right on to those protruding objects…one planted firmly in my cunny and the other situated right up my naughty hole. 

I couldn’t help but cry out in humiliation, but Anne-Marie only shushed me. 

“Quiet girl,” she said, firmly.  “I can put something in that hole too if you can’t compose yourself.”

I tried to regain my composure but found I couldn’t keep the tears from running down my cheeks.  There I sat, on the stool of learning, panties around my thighs, wrists tied behind my back.  I was seated only a foot away or so from Grant and he reached out to touch my tears, smiling.

It was then that Anne-Marie knelt between her husband’s legs.

“You are to watch and learn, my girl,” she told me as she confidently took her husband’s member out of his pants.  Grant was rock hard, and he seemed to pulsate in her delicate hand.  Watching me, he removed his shirt. He then took Anne-Marie’s hair in his hand, lowering her head onto his shaft.  I felt myself twitching between my legs in response to this blatant display of male arrogance and domination. 

Anne-Marie was ready for him and she took him fully into her mouth, crossing her arms behind her back in submission.  He fucked her mouth before me.  Slowly, first pushing her down and then pulling her back up, his hand still fisted in her hair.  He increased the rhythm, pumping in and out of her mouth, taking himself to the brink. 

I was startled when he suddenly stopped, releasing her hair.

Anne-Marie began to slowly lick up and down his shaft, her tongue tasting and teasing him.  His member was red and throbbing with need now.  The slow seduction with her tongue went on for almost a full minute when Anne-Marie suddenly took him in her mouth again.  He filled her mouth completely, entering her throat, and his head fell back in pleasure as he released his gift to her.  She greedily drank him in and then ensured that she had tasted every last drop with her tongue.

As their audience of one, perched on my seat of learning, I was aching with need.  I began to slowly grind myself upon the stool, excitement building deep inside.

“Stop that, Nora,” Grant commanded when he took note of my wanton behavior. 

Shamed, I stilled myself.

Anne-Marie laughed, smiling at her husband.

“Matthew was right, my dear,” she told him, wiping her mouth.  “She is inexcusably naughty at times.”

With that Anne-Marie stood.

“It is your turn now, Nora, to demonstrate what we have taught you.”

I looked at Grant, hungrily.  I had never felt such desire to take a man in my mouth.

Anne-Marie only laughed.  “Oh no, my dear.  You most certainly have not earned that pleasure.”  With that, she retrieved another phallic toy.  A very large replica of the male member.  My eyes widened as she came toward me with it.

“Show us what you have learned, Nora,” she commanded, holding the large cock in her hands before me.  It was then that she gripped the back of my hair and pushed my mouth down upon the silicone member. 

I closed my eyes and tried my best to do what Anne-Marie had done to Grant, but I felt that I might gag each time the cock neared my throat.

“Relax yourself, my girl,” Anne-Marie told me softly.  “Allow your tongue and throat to relax.  There you go.”

Under her expert tutelage, I began to relax my mouth and take the cock more deeply than before.  We continued in this way for several minutes and my body began to shake with need.  Pulling my face up by my hair, Anne-Marie instructed me to go slower and to use my tongue.

Attempting to replicate what I had seen; I began to slowly lick and tease and swirl my tongue.  I moved up and down, from base to tip.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Grant was watching and that he was slowly stroking himself to the scene playing out before him.

“You have been an awfully good student today, Nora,” Anne-Marie told me, as she continued to fuck my mouth with the toy.

She turned, looking at her husband.  “Might we give her a reward, my dear husband?”

He nodded, his cock hard again, and throbbing in his hand.  He beckoned her towards him.

Before joining her husband, she took the cock from my mouth and said to me, “you have been a good girl, my dear.  You may pleasure yourself on that stool now.”

Had you told me a few days ago that I would willingly fuck myself on a stool, with a cock in both my pussy and my naughty hole, I never would have believed you.  But here I was, wantonly rocking myself the best I could, chasing the ultimate pleasure.

I moaned as I watched Grant bend Anne-Marie over the bed, pulling her beaded thong to the side and pressing her face into the covers.  He entered her from behind, pulling her hips roughly toward him.  As he fucked his wife, I fucked the stool.  As they cried out in pleasure, I cried out as well as that sweet release finally found me.

Later, Grant came to me and carried me to their bed.  Exhausted, I could only lie there as Anne-Marie stripped me down and cleansed me, before re-dressing me in a clean, silk nightie.  I fell asleep between them in only moments, safe and cherished. 

They smiled at one another fondly over her sleeping form…she was their work in progress.